Thanks to those who reviewed, it's a lot of help to spur on inspiration for the story. Anyway here's chapter seven, not much happens but I want a sort of transition perion before I get into the story. I hope you enjoy it. DQ.

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Mione,

I miss you, I know it's only been two days but it seems like ages. I told Harry that we…well that we have a thing. If it is a thing I mean, if we don't have a thing I'm sorry. I'm rambling now. Sorry. It's just I have all these feelings for you, but I can't do anything about them until I come back can I?

Anyway I'm sure you're keeping yourself busy with schoolwork and all, I hope that creep Malfoy hasn't been getting you down. Talking of creeps guess who else is here? Krum, yeah he's here for the tournament and he asked me about you, and well it all ended in a bit of a fight really. But don't worry everyone's alright.

Ginny says hi and Harry said he's gonna write to you himself. Everyone says we've got a really good chance at winning this tournament. I hope so, imagine I could come home to you a quiddich champion.

Write back soon, I miss you so much I can barely think straight sometimes.

Ron

xxx

Hermione folded the letter up and held it close to her chest. Hedwig had arrived moments earlier with two letters and a wizard photo in her claws. The snowy owl padded around on her windowsill waiting for a reply as Hermione placed down Ron's letter and picked up the photograph. It showed Harry Ron and Hermione waving, their quiddich uniforms covered in mud, a glittering golden snitch flittering in Harry's hand.

She placed the photograph on her bedside table and opened Harry's letter.

Hi Hermione

Hope everything's okay. Ron told me about you two, I thought it was weird at first, but I kind of like the idea now. I mean I would never trust any guy to treat you well enough, other than me or Ron, and well your practically a sister to me, so it all works out well really.

He talks about you all the time, and he got into a fight with Victor Krum the other day because he hinted that he had kissed you. Don't worry I've already warned him that if he ever hurts you I'll kill him, but I honestly think this could really work out with you two.

Make sure you keep out of trouble whilst we are away, I'll make sure Ron doesn't do anything stupid.

Love

Harry

She smiled and placed both of the letters inside a drawer in her dresser, at the same time pulling out some parchment and a quill. She sat down at her desk and began to write.

Dear Ron,

I'm missing you too, I hope you won't be doing any more fighting, it's very uncivilised. Only two weeks and four days until I see you again. When you think of it that way, and count down the days it doesn't seem that long at all does it.

I'm glad to hear the tournament is going well, I'm sure you will win.

I wish you were here. It can get awfully lonely without you boys to keep me on my toes…. I hope you're still keeping up on your reading, you don't want to be behind when you come back do you?

Oh and keep away from Victor, you'll only get each other into trouble. You've both got terrible tempers.

Write back soon

Hermione

xxx

She deliberated writing 'Love Hermione' for a while, but wasn't sure if it was at all appropriate, after all he hadn't written 'Love Ron' had he?

She pulled out another piece of parchment to write Harry a letter, and spent a few minutes deciding what to write, sucking on the end of her quill anxiously.

Dear Harry

Glad to hear you'll keep an eye on Ron (Though I can't see how you're going to stop him doing anything stupid! Only Joking) Good luck, I'm sure Hogwarts will win.

I'm missing you terribly Harry, I have no-one to talk to, well except, I hope you don't tell Ron, but Malfoy. Don't get angry, but he's changed a lot, he's almost pleasant company, and what with us being prefects and all we do spent a lot of time together. If Ron knew I was willingly spending time with Malfoy he's be furious, but trust me when I say he's changed. I know you'll be clear headed about this Harry.

Tell Ginny that I said hello, I hope you're both taking good care of her, and yourselves.

Love

Hermione

It was almost second nature to write love on Harry's letters. She paused for a moment to try and contemplate why it was so difficult to write to Ron the way she spoke to Harry. After all Ron was her friend too, as well as whatever else he may be to her.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and gave the letters to Hedwig. "Here, take these back to Harry and Ron for me." He tickled the owl behind her ears before opening the window and letting her soar out into the night sky.

She picked up her bag and made her way down the stairs.

She stepped outside the Gryffindor common room and wasn't at all dazed to find Draco leaning against a wall waiting for her. He had been like a shadow since Ron and Harry left.

"What on earth where you doing up there?" He asked a hint of annoyance in his voice "I thought you said short and sweet."

"No." She said "I said I was short and sweet." She gave him a cheeky look before starting down the corridor "I got a letter from Ron and Harry and just took a few minutes to read over them." She said as he followed her.

"And what did they want?" He asked, an inquisitiveness about her relationship with them pulling at his conscious "Are they being idiotic losers, or is that something that only happens in this country?" He said spitefully.

"Don't be nasty," She chastised "I know it's a shame to waste such a well practiced skill but they are my friends…."

"Fine fine," He said raising his arms in defeat "I'll play nice….So what did they say."

"That's none of your concern." She said smartly turning at a fork in the corridor towards the library.

He kept quiet the rest of the way to the library and only spoke when a gaggle of annoying first year girls stopped to glare at Hermione and simper at him "Shove it!" He hissed at them, and they immediately scattered out of their way.

"Really Draco, you would think you could try being nice to people." She said pushing the door to the library open.

"It's just not in my nature, Granger…." He said quietly following her to a small private study table.

"Granger?" She asked turning suddenly so that she was almost touching him "Don't I rank high enough in your esteem to warrant a first name basis," She paused to punctuate his name "Draco." She was looking up at him through her eyelashes, and he thought perhaps she had been a little hurt by him not calling her by her name.

"Hermione." He looked down at her, at the small smile on her face and at the closeness of their bodies.

"Much nicer," She said taking a step backwards away from him, he was leaning a little too close for comfort. She took a second step back, but the sole of her heeled Mary-Jaynes slipped on a wet patch on the floor and she began to slip over backwards.

"Hey," Draco caught her just in time, her head an inch away from the hard stone floor "You okay?" He asked still holding her in a sort of dip.

"I think so," She said a little embarrassed at both slipping and being in his arms "Thanks," She removed herself from his arms and straightened herself up. She was immensely thankful that she had decided to wear jeans rather than one of her checked skirts and had managed to at least maintain her modesty even if her dignity was shot to pieces.

She sat down at a table and pulled a large book out of her bag "You know, for someone who seems to pass all his classes, you don't seem to ever do much homework." She commented as she placed a small quill and a pot of ink next to the book.

"I have my ways," He smirked as he sat down opposite her leaning back in his chair and putting his feet on the table.

"You're awful…." She commented before going back to her book.

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Hermione had spent almost four hours pouring over an advanced transfiguration book and writing a six foot long essay, before she seemed willing to leave the library, at which point Draco looked like he was about to fall asleep. He had his arms crossed on the table and was resting his head on them, his view always at the entrance to their little corner, keeping a watchful eye on who was passing around.

"Ok," She said brightly "I think I'm all done here," She began to pack her things into her bag, being careful to fold her essay in a way that it would not look bent and scruffy.

"It's about time," He yawned, sitting up and stretching out his arms "We're probably the only people left in here…" He pushed his chair out and stood up straightening out his robe as he did.

"That's because everyone else is not as devoted to their work as they should be, you included…." She added smartly "If I'm really that boring you don't have to sit with me. I'm sure no-body's going to attack me in the library of all places."

"Don't even…." He said rolling his eyes at her.

"Fine," She shook her head at him, but he could see a hint of a smile on her face. She put her bag over her shoulder and pushed her chair back under the table.

They walked in silence through the corridors until Draco put an arm out to stop her "Shhhh," He whispered and pulled her into a dark alcove.

The head boy and girl appeared at the end of the corridor, conversing in hushed tones. Obviously doing their last rounds of the evening. Draco pushed her back as far against the wall as they would go, hiding them completely in shadow until they had passed.

"What was that for?" She asked him quietly though she seemed a little annoyed "We're both prefects, we're allowed to be in the halls past curfew."

"Not this late." He corrected her "You spent four hours writing that bloody essay, even the heads are going back to their rooms."

"Fine, whatever you say," She seemed more than a little aggravated at him for pushing her into the alcove, but it seemed that she would let it pass.

They continued in silence, neither really knowing anything to say, until they reached the Gryffindor entrance. "Well…" She said quietly "Goodnight." She seemed to be waiting to say something.

"Night…" He said after a couple of moments of uncomfortable silence. He waited, but it seemed that she wasn't going to say anything so he turned and stalked back down the corridor.

"Draco, wait!" She said and ran back after him. He turned and looked expectantly at her "Do you think we should tell Dumbledore? You know about whats going on with the Slytherins?"

"Snape will have told him already." He said simply. That was not what he hoped she was running after him to say.

"Oh…okay." She said and disappeared down the corridor and through the portrait.